You sit on his desk.

It did not take long for you to realize that Master Ventor was not only powerful, but perverse(or, perhaps, some would say it took you too long to realize considering that Master Ventor knew about - and by extension - had visited, the tentacle dimension).

Not only did he value you for your magical aptitude and eidetic memory, he valued you for your voluptuous, nubile form as well. In exchange for his sponsorship, knowledge of the dark arts, and tutelage, he expected you to thank him, in very specific ways. Today, he summoned you to his chambers, only for you to find it empty. You took a perch upon his desk, and began to pleasure yourself while thinking of Alaran, your well-muscled, dark-skinned spiremate who had been pining on you for the past five years. Running your fingers over the strand of white cloth that would barely qualify as clothing in the human world, a darker, wet patch begins to develop at the of your magically shaven slit.

You frequently touched yourself to the thoughts of Alaran, though he was an unsuitable mate given his family's imbalanced (frankly, out of whack) bloodline. The towering half-elf was rumored to have Orcish blood, as implausible as that was. Having portaled to distant lands to the south, you knew that Orcs were not the only dark-skinned humanoids in the world. The humans and, on rare occasions, the elves, you encountered in the south were dark-skinned as well. You wondered what color skin the child that would result from a coupling with Alaran would produce.

Your father would be furious. The thought brought glee - they have had you under their thumb for so long, you wanted to bed and be bred by Alaran just to see their reaction. You wonder if Alaran's cock is as large as an Orc's. You had never been taken by an Orc - though the mere thought sent a shiver down your spine. Orcish cum was notoriously fecund, and contained an aphrodisiac substance so potent that it was reputed to be addictive. Even haughty Besire warrior women, with their even more robust immune systems, were humbled when they found themselves gangraped by the hordes of the Or'Khan. As strong as their natural immunity was, even the Besire could not resist impregnation after load after load of thick Orcish cum was blasted into their unprotected pussies.

You shuddered at the thought of being impregnated by Orcs. But the more you thought about it, the more Alaran looked like an Orc in your imagination. Until he finally took the shape of an Orc. Barrel chested, dark skinned, absolutely rippling with muscles. You slip two fingers into your tight quim, not so deep so as to reach your hymen, but deep enough to simulate the tip of Orc-Alaran's cock. You bite your lip as your juices run down the side of Master Ventor's desk as your fingers slip in and out faster and faster. Are the tentacle eggs the reason why I'm so horny? Would Orcish cum impregnate the tentacle eggs in me? You think to yourself.

Suddenly, you hear a zip and static crackle as a trail of magic begins to spin in midair before you. You raise a gloved hand, ready to close the portal in an instant should it prove to be dangerous. But it opens, revealing a peaceful, green field, and Master Ventor, who steps on through. He bears a rare, genuine grin on his face. In his hands, he hands you some red flowers.

"Here," he said.

"Flowers?" you glare at him, sternly. "For me."

The grin on his face vanishes as he realizes you have been masturbating all over his desk. "Not for you, for me, stupid girl. It's purmissin. Bring it to the mortar and pestle and make me a potion out of it. A potent one, especially given how... ready you are."

Your heart skips a beat as you take the flowers in your hand. Purmissin was a... performance enhancer. You prepare the potion, and as you hand it to him, you find your hands shaking with anticipation. "So, it _is _for me."

With a single chug, he finishes the potion. Ventor smiles dryly as he cuts you off. "Yes. No. And yes. The time has come, Britteny Saar Roos...* for you to take your place beside the Dark Lord." Ventor beckoned you to sit your tush back on his desk, next to the wet spot you had left minutes before, as if he were the Dark Lord. You complied. Without another word, Ventor took hold of one of your feet. You pulled your foot back immediately. "Now, now," he chided, "I have a present for you. That's no way to behave."

You grimaced and gave Ventor back your foot. You knew what was coming - it was hardly the first present Ventor had given you. Yet, you were also surprised when Ventor produced two sets of what appeared to be bracelets made of dark, iridescent beads. With a touch that could only be described as perverse, you watch as Ventor massages the beads across your well-manicured toes, your well-arched sole, and your soft, shapely heel. It was not merely a bracelet, but a barefoot sandal - the beads formed a triangular pattern from an anklet until they joined back together over the top of your foot at a ring around your second toe. The beads hummed with a distinct sense of power and magic. This was darkstone, you recognized. Eons ago, a volcanic eruption took place on one of the highest peaks in Druchire lands. The fiery mountain spewed ropes of molten rock as a source storm passed through the area. The rocks that were hurled through the chaotic energies of the Source became imbued with power. The Dark Tower of the Dark Lord and the Dark Spire of the Academy were constructed using this very darkstone. In recent years, after the most ambitious Druchire construction projects had ended, and little darkstone remained for the purposes of construction, it became haute couture to wear darkstone jewelry.

But a pair of barefoot sandals to adorn and enhance your already admittedly sexy feet was almost... overkill. The trinkets on your feet were worth a small fortune.

"And there is one more thing I have left to teach you," whispered Ventor. The idea of learning more about the Source and improving your powers yet was more seductive than Ventor could ever be. You leaned back as Ventor reached for your other foot, except this time you brought it up yourself, grazing his crotch with your toes as you lifted it. "Oops," you tease, as you twirly your toes around Ventor's groin until you find his semi-erect cock. You smile, as you place the sole of your foot over it, and press into it.

The effects are immediate: Ventor gasped and looked down, his member growing from flaccid to fully erect in mere seconds. Ventor's eyes begin from the nape of your neck and travel downwards until his eyes seem to hover upon your navel.

"Let me guess," you ask, as Ventor finishes placing the second barefoot sandal on your other foot. "You won't teach me unless... you fuck me one more time?"

Ventor smiled with glee. "I don't just want to fuck you." Before you could say anything, the old druchire's hands found themselves on your small, but firm breasts and began to claw off what little clothing you wore. In your bargain with Master Ventor, he had grudgingly agreed to - in recognizing your duty to your family to preserve your womb for an ideal candidate - avoid inseminating you. In fact, you had made him swear off vaginal sex entirely(despite the fact that you engaged in vaginal coitus often with younger, better-looking men), until you were ready to move on and graduate from your studies at the Dark Spire. You weren't sure if Master Ventor was just oblivious to the fact that you frequently allowed men to penetrate you vaginally, or that he was more than happy to fuck you in the mouth and ass.

Master Ventor's spindly hands found their way to your panties, which were soaked through because of your mental sexcapades with Alaran.

"Oh, wet for Master Ventor are we?"

"Yes, master, of course," you lie. You begin to slip out of your panties before Master Ventor forcefully pulls them up, giving you a painful wedgie as the panties spread the puffy lips of your wet cunt aside.

"Ah!" You yelp. But Master Ventor only grins. He runs a finger along your wet slit. "Today, I'm going to impregnate you."

Your heart drops. "But, Master Ventor, we -"

"We agreed?" He snapped. "What about your agreement? Hmmm? Who have you let foul that delicious cunt of yours with their seed? Haven't you fucked every famous or accomplished rake we've ever encountered in our dimension and world-hopping travels?"

He continued as he let a finger probe into your hot, wet quim. "Let's see: Djikmaans, Goran the Hunter, Wilton of Honmire, the Sultan of Taana?"

With each mention of a name, Ventor stuffed another of his long fingers into the depths of your pussy. You gasped as the fourth finger slipped into you. "Please, no more," you plead. You are glad that your sexual adventures mostly took place when Ventor had fallen asleep. You had fucked approximately 250 times as many as four people.

"AND THAT FUCKING CENTAUR?" Shouted Ventor, as he made his hand into a fist and pushed into you. "Ghoruk Dwarfucker, Raper of Men or something? Did it feel like this when he fucked you?? Do you know how many crowns it cost me to bribe every single person in the spire who knew about your pregnancy so that we could abort it in secret, only for you to go and announce it to the fucking world with a flying letter sent through the wrong portal? This is going to continue until you beg for it."

In truth, it wasn't that bad, and Ghoruk's giant horsedick was girthier and longer than Ventor's forearm. But you need to get this over with.

*Master Ventor is a titantic dick and he refuses to use your preferred name.